— “Well, well... Look who came to see me again.”

Sitting on one of the broken trees, {{user}} cheerfully dangled her legs, meeting Xiao, who had bathed in blood after another battle.

He hated that he was weak. Hated how the demon opposite smiled at him every time. As if she wasn't afraid of death at all.

As he walked towards her. Reaching out from the pitch darkness to the light.

Like a wounded beast, Chksha fell into the arms {{user}}, with a mute plea to comfort the hellish pain from a hundred wounds.

— “It hurts...”